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It was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy who was half-past three; And the way they played together Was beautiful to see. - One, Two, Three [Amusements] What, know you not, old man (quoth he)-- Your hair is white, your face is wise-- That Love must kiss that Mortal's eyes Who hopes to fee fair Arcady? No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare-- No wisdom won with weariness; But love goes in Folly's dress-- No fame that wit could ever win; But Love may lean Love in. To Arcady, to Arcady. - The Way to Arcady [Arcadia]
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